Lyrics of Transfer

From Ashes Rise

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Raging crowds of gunpoint stares in palestine,
Where twelve year old hands throw capital offenses.
Blistering is the abrasion of land.
Sickening i this faceless division.
And we'll never know of they shit they call 'transfer'.

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